I hate smoke. I hate the smell. I hate the taste. I hate that I can't walk out for a breath of exhaust/polluted "fresh" air without weaving through the labyrinth of smokers clogging the sidewalk at lunch. I don't care if you smoke. But I don't want to smoke too. Unfortunately, those wisps of greyish tendrils smack me in the face all the fucking time. We should take all the smokers and put them in a jar, and let them choke to within an inch of their lives so they can feel what I feel every time I walk into a bar. Or, fuck, every day I go to lunch and have to hold my breath while I run across the street for my ceasar fucking salad!
Ok. I'm done.
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